House thinks God should get another point but for an entirely different reason.
A reason that House hoped God himself wasn't privy to.
(Futile, he knew. But "Futile" usually fell in the face of "House.")
Chase was perfect. Perfect hair, the body of a god, complete with snark, a backbone (foldable to your needs) and baggage (daddy issues included).
Scratch that, Chase was not just perfect
He was perfect for him.
But according to his "creator", he couldn't have him.
For that, give the Big Man Upstairs a big proverbial cigar.
He deserved it. A lot of them in fact.
Give the bastard the mother load of cigars for all House cared.
His other half, the one person who had a snowball's chance in hell of making him happy, making him whole, would also lead him to eternal damnation.
How unbearably poetic. How so teenage emo.
Well, jokes on God,. House was already in hell. Whatever His version was would surely be an upgrade.